#997 - in the garden of surprises

 

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in the garden of surprises

Moomin musing

 

almost every creature one of a kind

 

some sinister however

all on a sudden whim

it’s fear drives

of course this is just an excuse

 

steam from ears after, settle

 

door stood open

top hat leans

a stick

and a bell for supper

 

someone asleep is a cat

 

come again

to sofas and chairs that all say sink in

it’s here you will read a way

out of this, out of any other day

 

smell that?

delicious

 

our house is a nonsense of lost stairs

of chimneys for tunes

clouds leant in, long views

 

there’s a basement of lathes and saws and drills

where the house still demands to be built

 

most magical

sky where a window is gone

mountains as far as the sea

 

but hold onto your tails

something always happens!

 

great forests must require a ladder

and a moon may be still higher

 

there is a storm for us to be in

 

you might grow little horns

or whiskers anywhere

we’ll have to make a map

 

everything is so open eyed

some days on fire or elsewhere

does anyone know how to swim?

 

arriving at the deepest place

it’s the height of the world impresses most

 

the stilts on which we go

and so the care of other creatures

 

must have read about themselves and the flood

that’s how this predicament

 

watch! falling to Earth

 

one escapes at the last

pursued, at least observed

 

climbing to a star on top of the tree

and some are swept up with a broom

none know what Christmas is

 

one goes just by harmonica

rescue required

 

and after it all

there will be a great feast

 

there is always a banquet for home